”Of course, sluts are extra delicious when they’re young,” said the evil Dominique. Jim watched as Sharon’s body shrank -- she lost a couple of inches in height, and also lost a fair amount of voluptuousness. She stood there as a gangly, awkward, mostly-flat-chested teenager, her face spotted with acne, holding up her blouse so it wouldn’t fall off her skinny shoulders. It didn’t surprise Jim, since he’d seen old photos and knew Sharon hadn’t “filled out” until college, but Dominique seemed upset.
”Let’s try that again,” said the demon. “I want a teenage hottie.” Dominique gestured with her index finger, and Sharon’s body quickly reshaped itself. She was still thin, but at a couple of inches shorter, she was more proportionate. Her skin was now unblemished, and her face had been altered in several ways -- wider eyes, higher cheekbones, a smaller nose -- that changed her from “cute” to “beautiful.”
”Of course, there’s a lot more than that,” said Dominique. Another gesture, and Sharon’s breasts began to swell. She soon didn’t have to hold the blouse anymore. Once the growth had stopped, it was as if she had a pair of honeydew melons under her blouse. Both she and Jim gaped, for different reasons, at the breasts that looked so huge on her small frame.
”Very nice,” said Dominique. “Now let’s eliminate clothes for the time being.” With that, the fabric literally disintegrated off of Sharon’s altered body and disappeared into thin air. She immediately covered herself with her arms, but Dominique waved a finger. “Unh-unh-unh, sluts don’t cover themselves when they’re nude.” Sharon quickly dropped her arms to the side before she could even think about it.
Jim gaped at the fantastic pair of breasts that now adorned Sharon’s chest, brownish-pink nipples and perfectly round areolae on two spheres that -- thanks to their teenage perkiness -- sagged just barely enough to prove that they were real.
”Beautiful, aren’t they?” Dominique asked. Jim realized she was looking at him. More specifically, she was looking down at his crotch, where his pants were being tented.
”Let’s see what these additions do for you,” said the demon. She turned back toward Sharon and once again pointed her glowing fingernail.
A large silver hoop earring appeared, piercing the lobe of Sharon’s right ear. The other member of the pair appeared in her left ear. Smaller hoops then popped into place through the outer edge of both ears, one after the other, until they were encircled by at least a dozen each.
Another small hoop appeared piercing the top of the navel, a charm dangling from it. And then, for the pičce de resistance, silver hoops appeared through Sharon’s gumdrop-esque nipples.
”No pain, no chance of infection -- you should thank me,” said Dominique. “And here’s something else you should thank me for.”
She pointed once again, and Sharon’s neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair quickly receded into her skin, leaving behind only a smooth epidermis.
”There, you are now free from body hair forever,” proclaimed the demoness. “And isn’t that a cute little cunt you have there? It could use some decorating.” With that, a small silver hoop appeared through Sharon’s clit hood, as several pierced her labia. Sharon let out a halting breath at the sudden sensation of the metal through her sensitive parts.
”Excellent,” said Dominique. “And now, let me dress you up again. Of course, sluts always dress like sluts.” She pointed, and what appeared on Sharon’s body was a skimpy schoolgirl outfit, consisting only of a plaid skirt a few inches long and a piece of white fabric that was tied off just below her breasts, small and tight enough that her pierced nipples clearly showed through. Sharon felt herself going up on tiptoes as a pair of platform-heeled patent-leather Mary Janes appeared on her feet; meanwhile, a pair of translucent white stockings crawled up her legs, ending in lace at her thighs, slightly below the hem of the skirt.
Dominique used her tail to lift up the skirt to reveal a tiny white thong, impressions in it showing off Sharon’s pussy piercings. “So sluts do wear underwear,” said Dominique as her tail moved away. “Just not much and not always. Okay, so I think we’re almost done here -- we just need the makeup and accessories.”
She pointed at Sharon yet again, and it was as if an invisible hand was quickly painting Sharon’s face with a thick coat of colorful makeup. Several silver rings appeared on Sharon’s fingers as her nails were growing out into a white-tipped manicure. Finally, a black choker appeared around her neck, with rhinestone-covered letters on it spelling out the word “SLUT.”
”Yes,” said Dominique, and then a louder, more throaty, “Yes!” She walked in a circle around Sharon, admiring her creation. “A delicious slut indeed.” Finally, she turned to Jim and said...
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